Victoria

We prepare long and hard 

Sweating and in pain 

We arrive and the the air is dry and stiff 

I hear no language that I know 

And acknowledge my detachment from familiarity 

 

We arrive to our new home 

After a bumpy ride 

In a run-down, old, moldy bus 

The smells are nauseating 

The land is poverty stricken 

The bags of busted trash are strown everywhere 

 

Staring eyes follow every move that we make 

They touch our hair 

Feel our odd colored skin 

Throw their native tounge at us questioning our appearance 

 

The relentless determination to make a difference in one life constantly chases me 

 

As empty eyes are locked onto mine the reality emerges 

A First Impression lasts forever 

My next move could permanently change a life